Amelie is a new college grad and working in a male dominated office. She is undergoing hypnosis therapy and was tricked into becoming the office slut. The mantra she internalized trains her to never disagree with a man. If her opinion contradicts a man she will apologize. The men in the office take advantage and provide instructions for her to changer her attire, do demeaning tasks and eventually give lots of blowjobs. She is aware she doesn't want to do these things but can't stop herself.

Chapter 4: Climax

From the grimy panels of the stall door, Amelie scrutinized her reflection. Once bright blue eyes evinced a disturbing emptiness, while long brown hair crowned a face that was now completely devoid of any youthful sparkle. Surrounding her in this cramped room, the symphony of masculine laughter ricocheting off the graffiti-laden walls bore silent testament to her crumbling facade.

She could not afford to dwell on the consequences - she could only obey.

Their leering faces, smeared with gratification, distorted the mirror's reflection. Amelie licked her lips, averting her gaze from the discarded heap of clothing that pooled around their ankles. Inhaling sharply, she sank to her knees and averted her eyes toward the grime of the restroom floor, too afraid to see their malicious grins amplified on the porcelain tiles.

Peter was the first to shudder beneath her touch, hoarsely whispering curses as he fisted his hands in her hair.

Amelie suppressed a shiver, focusing on the sensation of him filling her mouth. Bile and disgust threatened to overwhelm her, but she willed herself to endure, telling herself that this was just a part of her new role.

Joshua, ever the eager participant in their twisted exploitation, pulled her head further down upon his erection. His other hand snaked around to grope at her breast, eliciting a pathetic whimper from her. She felt violated, but knew that resisting now would only serve to provoke further torment.

So Amelie allowed herself to succumb, seeking solace in the detached numbness that threatened to overtake her.

As she moved between them, switching between the insistent thrusts of Peter and Joshua, Amelie felt a distant stinging sensation in her eyes. She had forfeited all control - and with it, her dignity. Desolation gnawed at her core, but there was no denying the wetness forming between her thighs.